Jingling

They're jingling baby

Like keys in my pocket

With my hands in my pocket

Lookin' for my wallet

Motor city technically Rasheed Wallace

Then move to Chicago for dollars

Like Ben Wallace

I was trying to be modest

But I don't brush my shoulders off

So much in the past months

They looked polished

I'm just being honest

I'm putting on a clinic

Niggers dropping out of college

Just do it like we did it

Pigeons always flocking

If you tossin' out bird seeds

I'm in a lions den

With a steak they can't touch me

Plus me and Mikey

Do the right thing

In these Spike Lee's nikey's

Sucka's they want to fight me

Because their girl friends

Want a guy just like me

You know what, bite me

Hey they all like me

No sense of throwing punches

Let's do lunch man

You like me too

In no future in your frontin'

Baby

You're jingling

Baby

Baby

You're jingling

Baby

You're jingling

Baby

Signed, sealed, delivered

Lick the envelope

And then send it to my niggers

Inside was a note

Saying we go to pick up the pace

'Cause there is too many rappers

Tryin' to get in the race

Makes me sick in the face and stomach

Shoe's ain't lace but they all try to run it

Did it, done it

Kick it and punt it

Whatever it's good

However you put it

I'm a 100 dollar bill

In the hay stack cousin

Want it

You can have as long as

You stop the frontin'

See'

I be tryin' to pay MC's to behave

But they don't co-operate with me

And lately

They been impatient

They don't like waiting

And that's why they hate on me

So damn

But their party is always lame

They never had a hand like kings of Ordain

So bam...